January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
4 posts
November 2011
3 posts
WatchBreak me in, I’ll follow you. I will fall in love with you.
October 2011
6 posts
4 tags
September 2011
9 posts
Rendered Useless.
i have 3 minutes to write a poem.
that’ll show em. fucking waste of my time to watch useless render bars when i could be at bars rendering myself useless.
confusion sets in. was it just a moment ago i accomplished something?
because this isn’t what accomplishment feels like.
render complete. progress at 100 percent.
doesn’t feel like progress to me.
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July 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
2 tags
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
When You Trip Over Love
“When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.” -Albert Einstein
I’m crawling. Boiling. Seething. Asking Jesus for just one more chance. “I’ll never lift another one, I swear.”
Disease sets in.
Will I ever get what I want? Will I ever know what I want?
I want the ultimate pat on the back....
The goal is the want the want is abstract!
i honestly think mr. hyde cares less about past relationships, and more about just trying to stir shit up…opening old wounds…as a form of emotional excitement, as opposed to seeing the world or taking a chance on something good…
well, hopefully mr. hyde doesn’t stir up shit with everyone from the past just for shits and giggles
cause that could turn into something bad
when i am jekyll,...
January 2011
2 posts
September 2010
1 post
Lick The Devil's Cup Again!
poised and muscled for the change
but unprepared to deal with none
lick the devil’s cup again
perhaps in time the change will come
August 2010
1 post
Ecclesiastes forced to watch MTV.
I am the dark and I am the everending. Boo fucking hoo. Miserable as shit but be quick. I have no time to spare. There’s so much more to waste! Ok, in bad taste, but my transgressions relieve would-be lovers of the responsibility. But not the response. Which is sweat, a heavy pet, and the end of the world. I am stuck, self-destruct, self-distrust, self-disgust, self-abandon and landing...
July 2010
1 post
Tin Foil
biting tinfoil dreams that expire curiosity with paper thin come-hither motions. i am not alone but there’s a sneaking suspicion that this shit tastes like cake to most. cake, for fuck’s sake, sweet enough to tolerate. perhaps i should be fake, give in, and celebrate. complacency arrives just in time to see sparks fly from my teeth. dreams speak, from muted years of cheap friends who...
June 2010
1 post
I'll never be as good.
simple to say.
May 2010
1 post
swimming in oil, drowning in wine
so we just keep our mouths shut…
and move on…
maybe we can do everything ourselves…
at least there’s no one to blame but ourselves…
no fingers to cast when it all falls down…
relying on anyone has never gotten us anywhere…
but maybe someday when we’ve sunk far enough, someone will cast a net…
keep pushing…
swimming in...
March 2010
1 post
Solace In Fugue
Here are some stills from the footage we recorded for “Solace In Fugue”. You can download the song for free here.
February 2010
2 posts
The Farse.
we talk about you behind all your backs.
we have everything you seem to lack.
we are entitled because of our scars.
we are embittered for losing what’s ours.
will you not save me when i want to bleed?
will you not follow when i want to lead?
will you not tell them to let me be?
will you not set me free?
it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything...
Kill The Ones I Long To Be
VERSE1:
your mission’s compromised the moment that you lay the plans
i count the tired yarns you’ll spin yourself on just one hand
and with all the time your wasting i could write a thousand songs for you
if noise could spoil your mission that would be one more excuse
BRIDGE/CHORUS:
your “will“‘s will turn to “might“‘s
in spite of...
January 2010
1 post
Words.
the
words
they
help
but only
me
what i will say
will
never be
good enough
to
clear
the
shit
on
my shoulders
i
try
to forget
what’s left
behind
bound
to regret
words
are
all
i
have
now
your lies are all the same
the self-concentric game
“i think”
“i dream”
“i am important”
yeah?
but what if you’re not?
November 2009
2 posts
Phantom Limb
Saw it coming.
Did what what you told me to.
I’m still kneeling.
My knees are breaking through.
Taken by the pain you wish you felt.
Taken by the love you never had.
Taken by the pain you fake.
Taken by the love in your head.
The pain’s creeping back.
Save yourself.
Buy your indulgence.
Do what you tell me to.
It cant save us.
No matter what you do.
Buy my confession.
I can be...
Corridors
I keep going down the same dark hallway knowing exactly what’s at the end.
My loss of language, dignity, company, and time I could better spend.
Fears are only fears once the corridors dilate.
Should I decide to turn around…
September 2009
1 post
If you never, in time you will.
[audio:http://www.theuglyfacade.com/media/never_demo2.mp3]
Will this be the year we celebrate?
Cause next year you’ll find you’re 28
We’ll all raise a glass to your self-hate
If you never, in time you will.
What matter was that which made them say,
“I’d rather burn out than fade away?”
Example to us who aren’t so brave
If you never, in time you...
August 2009
3 posts
Home
remembering when i was too weak to say how awful it was because it was all i had and i thought i couldn’t survive without it
like the friend that’s nothing of a friend, that you can’t simply stop talking to for fear of them moving on to better things without you
staying in situations that are by all signals abusive, directly or indirectly because standing on your own is hard
you learn to...
Used Up
Used Up by The Ugly Facade
U S E D U P
Used up —
M-isc-ARRIAGE
Perpetual victims
Walking tight ropes between functioning insanity and delirium.
Walking corpses
So consumed by want and self that compassion and empathy are abstracted.
Sorority abortions
False ideals about the time frame of love sold by television screens.
Frankensteins
Blame your makers. Anyone but yourself. Stitched together with lies and delusion.
Peter pans
Stunted by...
July 2009
3 posts
Dead Limbs
River of God
Take the cup fill it up Lift it up to the sky
Praise invisible gods for unforgivable lies
Tilt it back and wake me up from the animal dreams
I’ve been hybernating dreaming of unspeakable things
and from the sludge we crawled on phantom limb to get to Her place
and in defiance, sprouted tongues so we could have just a taste
Every swallow every drop recalling things in my mind
that built...
D-Day
Change with the tide, just so I don’t drown
Soak up the rain in case of drought
All over signs of impending doom
So I just lie and prepare in my room
People outside, begging for death
Running around as they scratch off their flesh
Looking for ways to distract my mind
Can’t quite ignore all the screaming outside
Can’t breathe, can’t breathe
Can’t breathe, can’t breathe
Can’t breathe,...
June 2009
2 posts
The Pretty Facsimile
Little deaths.
You think you have alot to say until you get out there to say it.
Smothered by smell of cattle, a million heaving lungs, all waiting in line beside you for that one little piece of recognition, piece of justification, peace of mind. Talking endlessly into the ether, the difference between like-minds and self-importants. But in the end, the self-importants win. Cruel joke, I know.
I threw this...